Gemotions

The art fair's vibrant atmosphere usually energized Maya. Today, however, she felt…off. She kept rubbing her arms, even though the sun was warm. She’d overheard a conversation. Two people, admiring a tattoo. It was one of her pieces. The intricate floral design, now adorning someone's ankle.

She drifted away from her booth, the cheerful chatter of the crowd fading into a dull roar. Her hands trembled as she reached for a water bottle. The plastic felt cold against her skin. The joy of showing her work felt distant. She was trapped in the unsettling feeling of…violation.

She found herself wandering away from the art fair. The crowds became a distant blur.